The sunlight was pouring into the dark room
Creating a spotlight for the girl with the tangled brown hair

The girl was sitting on a seat
In front of a large grand piano

She looked at the keys
Waiting for her hands to move

She didn't read music notes
She created her own music

She looked out the window
At the sun that jumped out from the grey clouds

She took a deep breath
And let her hands dance across each of the keys

She was scared of the future
She was scared of life

Because her life was uncontrollable
She didn't know what path she would walk down

She didn't know what life would throw at her
She had no control over her future

But while playing the piano
She smiled

She smiled because she knew
That at least she could control how her fingers pranced on the keys

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Hey guys!

How was this poem? I don't really like the ending. I might change it later.

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